He covered his wound, blood dripping.
Lu Ze was also startled, dumbfounded. "Lu Zhiyuan, how... how do you have a gun?"
A silenced pistol, silent and deadly. Lu Zhiyuan pointed his gun at Lu Shijie, as if asking him what he wanted to eat tonight, cold but calm. "Can you tell me now?"
Lu Shijie looked up, filled with hatred as he looked at Lu Zhiyuan.
But when he met Lu Zhiyuan's gaze, he shivered.
Gu Ci had been waiting at the hospital for Jiang Junlin to wake up. Gu Ziyu had gone home earlier as he had classes the next day. In the late night, there was a commotion in the hospital corridor, and another person with a gunshot wound was admitted. Gu Ci recognized him as the butler of the Lu family's mansion. Her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't call Lu Zhiyuan. Instead, she asked Li Jiang.
"Li Jiang, who from the Lu family has been admitted to the hospital?"
"The young master."
